Holly had other ideas. She gripped his buttocks firmly and brought him home in one swift, fluid yank.
Fully sheathed, he inhaled and exhaled several times and then moved. With her hands on his ass, urging him to go faster, he pressed in and out, increasing speed as his control slipped and primal instinct took over.
Soon, he was hammering into her, his body tensing, quickly approaching the edge.
Holly raised her hips to meet his thrusts again and again, writhing against the sheets, her hair in a wild halo around her face. She was beautiful, unbound and giving freely without constraint.
Simon’s orgasm rushed up inside him and burst forth like the finale of a pyrotechnic show. Wave after wave of impulses stormed free, shaking him to his very core as his cock pulsed inside her.
He didn’t move, didn’t breathe, the feeling so complete, he couldn’t imagine anything that could compete.
When at last he was forced to fill his lungs or die, he dropped down, gathered her in his arms and kissed her.
Then he buried his face against her neck and sighed. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “Wow.”
He rolled to his side and pulled her close, resting his hand on her naked hip.
For a long time, they lay still, in what felt like a kind of stunned silence.
“I didn’t expect that,” Holly finally said.
Simon tensed. “Expect what?”
“That level of intensity,” she said.
He frowned and rose on his elbow. “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. “No. But I admit I’m a little scared.”
Her words hit him square in the gut. “Oh, sweetheart, I should’ve taken it slower.” He brushed his thumb over her cheek. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She captured his hand in hers and pressed her cheek into his palm. “You didn’t scare me. What we did scared me.”
“We don’t have to do it again. I promise not to touch you if you don’t want me to.”
She laughed. “Oh, I want you to touch me. It’s just…” she rolled toward him in the muted starlight, her skin painted blue by the night, her eyes dark, unreadable pools, “that was so incredible, I’m afraid... afraid it can’t be duplicated. What if we peaked? What if we can’t recapture that kind of perfection? What if from here on out we’re doomed to mediocre sex?” She buried her face against his chest.
Simon stared down at her head, taking in her words, trying to understand their meaning.
A muffled snort shook her body against him. Then a giggle rocked her even more.
Determined to get to the bottom of things, he tipped her face up to his. “Woman, you slay me.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Sex between us...” another kiss to each of her eyelids, “could never...” one to the tip of her nose, “be anything but...” finally his lips settled on hers, “extraordinary.”
She wrapped her hands around the back of his head and brushed her lips across his. “We’ll have to test that theory.”
He sighed and slid back into her. “Gladly.”
They made love into the night, rocking the boat with their enthusiasm. Although some of the rocking might have been due to the wind that had spun up.
Eventually, Holly fell asleep in Simon’s arms.
He held her, afraid to drift off. Afraid the night had been a fluke and that when he woke, it would all have been a dream.
At least it would have been a good dream, not the recurring nightmare of losing Johnny.
Perhaps he was moving past the PTSD that had plagued him for so long. Maybe being with Holly was good for him.
